Date: Thu, 05 Aug 2004 13:56:12 +0000
From: alfredo garcia
Subject: Pictures 1988
My fingers caress the keys, thinking that I caress your body. Looking for
in Internet something that moves my soul. Among the messages sent to a
community gay, I encounter an album of pictures, Pictures 1988. I open it
and I am dazzled by the beauty of images that contains.
First plane: the white and perfect body of an adolescent, of feet, the
hands supported in the frame of the window. Behind him, in a second plane,
among the shades, the body of a man, strong and powerful, their legs, their
torso, he almost erect penis. The man's hand approaching slowly, to the
white body. Don't touch me, the afraid souls of the alive ones scream.
Touch me, the souls whisper in pain, of those that never enjoyed the
beautiful forbidden fruits. Now in the picture, the cock of the man seems
to arise of the shades. The adolescent's head is turned, his hypnotized
eyes follow the evident growth of the man's sex. The image is frozen in
this way, boy and man, both still awaiting theirs relentless future.
Finally the hand touches the white body, the man cock is now completely
erect. The boy's sex is also guessed erect among the shades. Communion
among what is and what will be.
The pure and hard masculinity, and the awakening of to the sex of a boy, a
male's project, a sex to define. The man's hand, among the beautiful legs
that open up from behind to welcome that intimate caress. The boy doesn't
know his body, now he offers it, waiting that it is valued. The man now
cannot value anything, only he feels the pressure of his sex and the
yearning of his soul. Both they have need one of the other. The fire and
the water. The light and the darkness. I close the eyes and at the same
time the album of pictures. Let us leave them alone that the gods
illuminate the roads of their bodies and of their souls. In my imagination
the hard cock, perfect and beautiful, is touching the white buttocks. To be
or not to be that is the question.
I cannot resist it and I open the album of pictures again. I decide for the
life, then the hand caresses the youth's flank, the boy turns its face
looking for the man's lips. The scene stops again. Incredibly
beautiful. The lightly returned boy, the inclined man, like a wild animal
near to give the fatal bite. The boy offers his body in his given look. I
jump some pages, now first plane of two erect sexes, the one of the boy and
the one of the man. Only a few centimeters separate them, they are awaiting
for a hand that joins them, the hand of a mother, of a wife, of a
sister. Now the humid penis tips kiss each other. The boy's thigh ascending
in the dimness among the man's legs, it is guessed what the boy lips are
looking for. Now the small boy ass up on the white savannas, his half-open
legs, his face turn smiles to the camera. Now other first plane of the
man's face collapsing among the white semi spheres. Now the sat down boy in
the bed, contemplates enrage the man's beautiful naked body.
In another picture the boy body leans and his hand extends hesitant toward
the man's body. What did it caress first? The masculine chest?, The soft
body hair of the strong legs? The sex almost erect? Now yes, first plane of
the adolescent's white hand touching the curly body hair of the man chest,
one of his fingers on the dark and erect man nipple. In another image it is
the boy's cheek the one that caresses the beautiful and already completely
erect cock.
In the following picture, first plane of the boy's rosy langue and of the
man's bulbous gland, does he with the crystalline lens overflowing for the
small opening, making a fragile bridge of semen?, or it only saliva? does
he going to join both tips. I jump a few pages of the album. On an
armchair, the two nudes, the boy threaded by the man's member, both have
the open legs, the white and almost feminine of the boy contrast with the
darkest and virile in the man, it can be seen the testicles of both
clearly, both penises erect, only a few centimeters are visible from the
man penis the rest is in the interior of the boy body. Both with the closed
eyes seem concentrated in their deep pleasure.
These images excite me a lot. I descend my pants, I contemplate my erect
sex , the vision of it and of the discovered part of my legs excites me
more, it could be also a beautiful picture, and it must be in the album
pictures with the observer's images. I caress my member lightly, and I
follow looking at the album.
This picture is continuation of the previous one, and one of the man's hand
wraps the adolescent sex, the other one caresses its white chest. In the
following picture, the boy's torso is rotated, his hands connect to the
man's neck. A first plane of both looking at theirs eyes, while they bring
near their lips in search of kisses.
These beautiful scenes fill me of lust. I sometimes identify myself with
the man, other times with the boy, remembering my adolescence and youth. I
pick up with a finger the wet of the tip of my penis and I take it to my
lips. I sit down a little sad and melancholic, thinking in that in my youth
I didn't have the opportunity to live the moments of the boy's of the album
happiness.
In search of the identity of the main characters, I look at the first leaf
of the album. Both seated in front of front in a table, they seem to be
writing, and for a moment they have rotated the head to look to the
camera. It cannot be certain what I see, the boy is me when I was an
adolescent and the man is me also some years ago. Evidently they are
pictures truncates, somebody have had the infinite patience and ability to
make this work. But who? And who are the true main characters? I revise the
pictures, with the zoom wide details. A mole under my right nipple this
there, as much in the boy as in the man. I look for the address of Internet
of who sent the pictures, and I find that is one of my old addresses. I
wake up then. Everything has been a dream. In this world it could not have
happened something so beautiful. With those images in my head I masturbate
until the dawn.
I apologize of my english, this is my translation of a story that I
originaly wrote in spanish. I have others stories posted in nifty. If you
like it please write to me, I need your feed back. I have others stories
in spanish, if you can and want to traslate it to english I will send to
you.
Alfredo